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Notes from the
show:
The One that
got away….
Okay, being
one of the “elders” of the band (as in; old…see decrepit,
see expired, see mature….well, maybe not “mature”).. I find
it rather funny how the youngins have donned their wireless
guitars and microphones and avail themselves upon the
audience. You know, I was the originator baby! Or at least
ONE of the originators… Maybe I was not the first guitar
player to hop up upon the bar and kick over a few of the
patron’s drinks (some of which I ended up having to buy a
replacement cocktail), but I did it with flair. I did it
with style. I did it with….oh, sorry ma’am.
That being
“back in the day” as us elders like to say. Ummm… 1980-ish
something; Back when “wireless” usually meant stepping on
one’s guitar cable and unplugging the darn thing. But I did
have a wireless guitar for awhile… it was an awful thing…
sometime’s picking up the police cruiser conversations at
inexplicable times (usually performing the lead to “Whipping
Post”) and pieces of it flying off as I was pretending to be
Pete Townshend of the Who.
So, it was
with some trepidation I spent some of my hard-earned Euros
on a new one. At the behest of Kevin and Willie (you can
picture them as small demons on my right shoulder…. “Go
ahead! You know you WANT IT!!!”) , I visited my music
connection; Andy at Baraboo music. He let me sample “The
Bug”.. which is slang I guess for some new fangled wireless
contraption that James Bond had used on one of the movies… I
think the one with Octopussy (Not really… I just love to say
Octopussy).
Well, the
thing worked magically for me…. It was wonderful. No drop
outs or overhearing cell phone conversations. And when the
youngin’s took off a-running in the long lead of “Once
Bitten”… I took off after them. Off the rickety and
completely unsafe stage at the Badger Theater…up the isles…
to the front doors (where the ghost of Elmer still takes
tickets of the old movie house). I paused briefly, wondering
whether I should run outside into the street to avail upon
the streets of Reedsburg my AWSOME lead guitar abilities. I
thought better of it (several of my ex-girlfriends were in
attendance and would have probably applauded loudly at the
thought of me being run over in the street, mid-guitar
lead), and headed back to the stage. On the way back, I was
groped, goosed and patted (now I see why Kurt and Chris do
this!) as I nearly got lost in the thick and gyrating crowd.
I arrived back
on my spot just in time to end the song….which was good,
because by now all air had been extruded from my lungs…and I
fear I may need some form of oxygen. Man! That was fun! And
a few more of those… I could possibly loose this awful
weight thingy.. Or die trying.
Well, the rest
of the night I remained un-tethered, but a little more
restrained in my prancing. So, Andy…if you’re reading this…
yes, I shall purchase the BUG…and you and your wife will be
dining on Steak tonight. You’re most welcome!
It’s good to
get out again un-tethered (“Are you a Top or a Bottom,
Dale?”)…but I’m not sure I’ll be hopping up on the bar again
anytime soon… that last swan dive/ triple somersault /
cannonball I did into some woman’s lap (cir. 1991) nearly
killed me… and her husband too!
Dale
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WOW nice show there last Sat. night! You guys really have a
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